It’s odd that only a smidgen over a week ago I was in Mexico with the sun beating down on me as I worked on the balcony, and now I’m in Boston in a snowstorm. I took the Acela train from New York yesterday afternoon, with a little trepidation. After all, I’m familiar with the British railway system where autumn leaves cause serious delays and a snowstorm shuts the network down completely.
Well, I had no cause for concern. The Boston train departed on time and trundled up into Connecticut. We paused for a while at Old Saybrook (once home of Katharine Hepburn) and the guard explained over the tannoy that we’d be waiting “while the engineer went to the rear power-car to adjust… to adjust… to adjust whatever needs adjusting in the rear power-car.” That done, we traversed Rhode Island and entered Massachusetts. We eventually arrived in Boston about 20 minutes late, which was exceptionally good given the harsh weather conditions.
There isn’t a taxi rank at Boston South station so I waited outside in the driving snow for a cab. A homeless guy was flagging down cabs for the people waiting. I gave him $20, because the weather was so terrible. The journey to the hotel proceeded with minimal traction and often actually sideways.
I’m loving Boston. The snow and Christmas decorations give it a charming ambience, and the children snowball-fighting in the street while couples walk by holding gloved hands make it seem like something out of a Hollywood Christmas movie.